earlier in the day, in the few minutes of spare time before school
Luau and I sit in the office not long after dinner. I am behind the desk tapping at the keyboard; he sits in the worn leather chair by the bookshelf. Winston is on his lap.
The girls have gone upstairs. Together.
Luau and I discuss the business of the house. We compare schedules to plan an appointment. I make a call to confirm it and put it on the calendar.
Little-girl voices waft down the stairs.
First a laugh, then a happy squeal.
Luau stops talking.
“You hear that?”
A smile has been steadily rising from somewhere deep in my being.
My girls are playing together.
Alone – no one’s idea but their own.
For the second time in one day.
This moment is not small.
Not small at all.